Friday, January 30

"Expand your reality to the point where you pursue what you love doing and excel at it. Involve yourself in high-energy levels of trust, optimism, appreciation, reverence, joy, and love when you engage in every activity in your life." - Dr. Wayne Dyer

Monday, January 26

"She left her heart little. She left her heart childish. And for her, every little moment felt like butterflies. She did not want to believe there was an end to love. So she drowned in the seconds beneath the moment where magic and stillness collide. And every time she looked into his eyes, she was reminded of how if felt to be alive." - R.M. Drake

Saturday, January 24

"...I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me...I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me."

Wednesday, January 21

"Sometimes you look up and there just seems to be so many more stars than ever before. More. They burn brighter and they shine longer and they never vanish into your periphery when you turn your head. It's as if they come out for us and to remind us that their light took so long to come to us, that if we never had the patience to wait, we never would have seem them here, tonight, like this.

That as much as it hurts, sometimes it's all you can do, wait, endure and keep shining, knowing that eventually, your light will reach where it is supposed to reach and shine for who it is supposed to shine for.

Monday, January 19

"...She takes just like a woman, yes she does...She makes love just like a woman, yes she does...And she aches just like a woman...But she breaks just like a little girl...When we meet again,introduced as friends,please don't let on that you knew me when,I was hungry and it was your world...Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do...You make love just like a woman, yes you do...Then you ache just like a woman...But you break just like a little girl..."- Bob Dylan

Monday, January 12

A man on his deathbed left instructions for dividing up his goods among his three sons. He had devoted his entire spirit to those sons. They stood like cypress trees around him, quiet and strong.

He told the town judge, "Whichever of my sons is the laziest, give him all the inheritance."

Then he died, and the judge turned to the three, "Each of you must give some account of your laziness, so I can understand just how you are lazy."

Mystics are experts in laziness. They rely on it, because they continuously see God working all around them. The harvest keeps coming in, yet they never even did the plowing!

"Come on. Say something about the ways you are lazy."

Every spoken word is covering for the inner self. A little curtain-flick no wider than a slice of roast meat can reveal hundreds of exploding suns. Even if what is being said is trivial and wrong, the listener hears the source. One breeze comes from across a garden. Another from across the ash-heap. Think how different the voices of the fox and the lion, and what they tell you!

Hearing someone is lifting the lid off the cooking pot. You learn what's for supper. Though some people can know just by the smell, a sweet stew from a sour soup cooked with vinegar.

A man taps a clay pot before he buys it to know by the sound if it has a crack.

The eldest of the three brothers told the judge, "I can know a man by his voice, and if he won't speak, I wait three days, and then I know him intuitively."

The second brother, "I know him when he speaks, and if he won't talk, I strike up a conversation."

"But what if he knows that trick?" asked the judge.

Which reminds me of the mother who tells her child, "When you're walking through the graveyard at night and you see a boogeyman, run AT it, and it will go away."

"But what," replies the child, "if the boogeyman's mother has told it to do the same thing? Boogeymen have mothers too."

The second brother had no answer.

The judge then asked the youngest brother, "What if a man cannot be made to say anything? How do you learn its hidden nature?"

"I sit in front of him in silence, and set up a ladder made of patience, and if in his presence a language from beyond joy and beyond grief begins to pour from MY chest, I know that his soul is as deep and bright as the star Canopus rising over Yemen. And so when I start speaking a powerful right arm of words sweeping down, I know him from what I say, and how I say it, because there's a window open between us, mixing the night air of our beings."

Friday, January 9

"He returned to her and his lips awakened every atom in her body. His love exhausted her stars, she could not help it! She stumbled and lost her balance, wrapped herself in his moonlight and forever she seasoned his love."

Monday, January 5

"For a dervish every day feels like Friday, the beginning of a holiday, a fresh setting out that will not have an end.Dressed in the soul's handsomeness, you're a whole month of Fridays, sweet outside, sweet in.

Your mind and your deep being walk together as friends walk along inside their friendship.

Debris does not stay in one place on a fast-running creek.

Let grudges wash out into the sea.

Your soul's eye watches a spring-green branch moving, while these other eyes love the old stories."- RUMI...so my fellow dervishes-at-heart, let us welcome and celebrate this blessed MONDAY with all of the joy, excitement and gratitude of a holiday, staying OPEN and RECEPTIVE...

Sunday, January 4

"Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. Within the space of your true holiness, the sacred love within your heart, miracles are in infinite supply...Miracles occur naturally when you remember who you are, for who you really are is love itself."

Friday, January 2

"I think your applause died out, hands red, tired, and stained with the hue of once excited blood. I think you thought I was magic. Did my curtain lift when I forgot to take my bow? I think you thought you saw mirrors hiding in the fog and light. Backstage and alone I will slide off the cape, set down the hat, and bow to the empty seat I thought you were filling. I think you thought I was magic."

- T. Knott Gregson

and I thought you were brave

and I thought you were true to your soul

I am tired of being at your beck and call

I am tired of seeing you controlled like a lifeless, helpless puppet on a string

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Brief Bio

CASIMIRA grew up surrounded by art and storytelling with music and poetry playing a part of everyday life. She developed a fascination for textiles and clay since early childhood.

An educational background in art history and romance languages served as inspiration when CASIMIRA began creating poetic wearable pieces from wire, vintage beads and objets trouvés. She has studied in Europe and Latin America and is continuously diving into studio art courses. Private collectors may be found in Europe, Latin America, Australia, Asia, Canada and throughout the United States.

She believes in the healing power of nature, meditates under moonlight and wishes upon stars. She treasures old love letters, dreams of publishing her mountain of journals and of one day living by the sea...

When not painting, sculpting or writing, CASIMIRA is reading, playing with crystals and stones, practicing yoga, volunteering for favorite non-profits and dancing dreams into realities with her best friends and soul mates - her husband and their young children.